I sat on a river bank,  

On an afternoon and discussed.

The occurrence and significance

Of wisdom for all mortals

With an elderly and erudite river.  

In a reliable voice of splashes

She told that a sycamore tree,

Is a Van Gogh or perhaps Monet,   

While a cedar is a polymath like Aristotle,   

As he knows many sciences of survival.  

Banyan is Descartes that thinks

About mind and body equation always.

All flowering plants to her

Were poets akin to Byron or Dante.

As all their creations evoke love.   

Wisdom is in hands of a soldier

Organizing his weapons or a farmer

Preparing a field for his new crop.

Trees survive more as they are

Obedient to nature and so are birds.

Her weighty words touched me

Deeply while I thought about her,

In a room full of books and doubts.